before you met me, you couldn't sleep.
what did you do in those eight hours of quiet?
i imagine you lying all night in your bed, thoughts closing in on you like flames. but you're still, your brown-sugar skin illuminated by the memories. it sounds beautiful. i know it hurt you very much though. i've seen the scars.
and tonight i can't help but feel like i have a responsibility; an obligation to gather you in my arms and let my bones be your blanket, darling; let the unsteady rhythm of my breath be your only focus. and sleep.
when you wake i will be here. or there. wherever it is you want me to be. hopefully you're thinking what i'm thinking and we can wake up beside each other, tangled in each other.
maybe i'll rise first - these times are my favorite. my eyes drip open and because you are my first sight the day is full of promise. i take every bit of you in;
see you breathe you feel you.
i have you. i always forget this. but each realization of it is more glorious than the last.
golden light will stream in from the back window and when your eyes flutter open they will put the sun to shame. it may as well just sink below the horizon again, shoulders slumped in defeat - unlike yours, broad and strong but won't you let me carry some of what weighs them down?
some days you'll let your mind go slowly, taking me in as well - though you move much more smoothly than me. i imagine my body a vast land while your eyes travel across it, exploring each valley and re-mapping it in your mind as if it is new. and for you, i'll not mention that i am not pretty and why would you want to memorize a creature like me? for you i'll bite my lip and gate the words with my teeth.
other days you will instantly smile; corners of your mouth upturn softly and so carefully and i know how it feels - "do not get excited because what if it's just a dream?" but it's not, dear. too good to be true but it's true anyway. and when you remember you let your teeth show and you squeeze me tight and i kiss the little space where your collarbones meet; my favorite place in the world, and whisper, "morning."